Ugh, Josh Hartnett. Resurrecting the Champ wasn't painful, but it was SLOOOW and if you hadn't been in it, I would not have Netflixed it. But you are still sexy as hell. Good GOD. It was very touching. And I want to watch Wicker Park now, because that movie is also one of my favorite Josh movies. Pearl Harbor was, unfortunately not one of my favorites, because a, it was three hours long, and B, it was very unfair to Evelyn because you do not make a girl choose between Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett. That's CRUEL.

Every once in a while, I watch a Josh Hartnett movie and it reaffirms just how sexy and talented he is. He's had some hits and some misses, but I think he chooses quality over quantity and I do love that about him. YUM. Also, I'm a sucker for a hot guy with a little kid.

Also, I poured through the Entertainment Weekly with the SATC girls on the cover today, and call me crazy, but I'm ridiculously excited for that movie. I'm going by myself. I've seen every episode like a hundred times and although it didn't relate to my life when it was originally airing(when I was 15!), it does now in a way.

http://thefutoncritic.com/devwatch.aspx?id=blue_blood

What? Completed production? On how many episodes? But they're also reporting that NBC is 'keeping tabs' on this series. So are they keeping it in the pipeline just in case something tanks next season or is it kaput? And why is there still a website for it on NBC.com? Me thinks the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing. And FutonCritic is like my be-all and end-all on fall schedule stuff. I'm SO CONFUSED! Who do I have to sleep with at NBC to get Logan on my TV? John Krasinski would be nice. *g*

They ordered the pilot back in September, plus two more scripts, so how many episodes have actually been shot?

See, NBC? If you hadn't put up a website and gotten me all excited, none of this would have happened! You've opened Pandora's Box and I'm all "ooh, shiny," now you have to deliver on your promise. I think your mouth was writing checks that your ass can't cash.

Also, my grandma cleaned my room today. I love when Grandma comes home for the summer! Woo-hoo!

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I'm 13 minutes into my 34th birthday. I'm so old!

Yet, for the first time that I can remember, I don't want for anything. My mom is here, we've got fun activities planned. My husband is amazing and loves me more than I thought possible. The only thing that would make it better would be if my sister and dad were here.


Dude, we went to dinner with my Mom & PA and I told them about my West Virginia road trip with eincan and they were dying laughing. I guess "black tranny prostitute" gets the crowd going!


P.S. My Mom RULES.

My Mom & PA landed at 11:45 this morning but still have not checked into their hotel...I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!

Where are they?

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW PATIENT I AM?


ETA: I just spoke to them YAY! YAY! YAY!

I get the weekend off AND it's my birthday! YAY! YAY! YAY!

“Carrie,

I appreciate your interest in the purchasing position but need to let you know we have filled the position from within @@aco Supply. I will keep your resume on file for future consideration but at this time we no longer have a position available.

Kindest regards,
XXXX”

There is nothing better than starting off the morning with a You Suck E-mail. ARGHFUCKCRAPSHIT! I was really excited about that position, too. One of my best friends, Tinkerbell, (A previous CSR that the division manager chased away about 2 years ago) works there and she loves is. And it would have been very cool to work with her again. I love her. If I ever have a lesbian relationship, it would be with her. (Just because you are so happily taken, Jenn!) Not that she is a lesbian, because she’s not, but we both seem to have ummmm…lesbian tendencies when we are around each other. If that makes any sense. We just love each other.

But fine, WHATEVER. It must have not been the right place for me. Blah-blah-blah – I will end up where I am supposed to be and all will be well – blah-blah-blah. I am still actively looking, for those who inquired, I’m just being a little more selective so I don’t waste a bunch of time on something that isn’t going to work. I’m still just as desperate as I was before, but I’m trying to keep it in control.

My eating, however, which had been spot-on, has taken a nosedive. I have overeaten. I have eaten processed carbs. I even had sugar the other day, which I had been avoiding like the plague. It was just one, small, strawberry shake, but it set my sugar cravings on fire again. Stupid.

It started when I got sick and the doctor gave me the steroid shot on 4/24. Those always make me constantly hungry. So I let myself have a little more food - good quality, healthy food. But then a week later I was well and used to eating bigger portions again and didn’t make myself stop. That led to a piece of bread (not whole grain) here and there, some processed crackers, and then before I knew it I was drinking a strawberry shake.

That was on Wednesday when I was having a really hard day at work and I know that I totally gave in to emotional eating. I realized what I was doing and stopped it right then though. I guess that’s what is important in the long run. My blood sugar has been really good lately, and I have been exercising, so it didn’t go up too much during my little indiscretion at all.

I guess that was one positive thing about getting Diabetes; even though I always knew that being overweight would kill me eventually, it was easier to forget about than the big D word. Now I know that I have to work hard and make positive choices forfuckingever so that I stay healthy and will be around to see my beautiful daughter grow up.

Speaking of that beautiful daughter of mine, I found out that she actually listens to me! (Albeit selectively.) Last night when Grey’s Anatomy started she was sitting by me on the floor playing The Itsy Bitsy Spider on her recorder. (It sounded nothing like the actual song, but she was having a great time making noise.) Anyways, when the opening for Grey’s Anatomy started, she put her recorder up and announced to everyone (Kevin, me, my mother, the puppies) that “The Doctor Show” was on so it was time for everybody to be quiet for Mommy. Heh.

That might actually make me sound like a bad parent who puts too much emphasis on T.V. now that I think about it. Although I had totally read her 4 books, helped her floss her dragon’s teeth, and sang along with the recorder first, so PFFFFFTB!

So I had a horrible dream last night that lasted what seemed to be all night long, and it centered on the fact that Kevin had been cheating on me and had moved this trashy whore of a woman into our house while I was off somewhere for work. When I got home from the airport, after Kevin had forgotten to pick me up, this whore was there with ugly, badly bleached hair, bruises all over her skanky looking legs, and missing teeth. She was sitting on MY couch, watching MY T.V., and wearing MY clothes!

There was a whole big discussion that I will not bore you with, but it started with Kevin saying that he had been having an affair with this tramp. Then when I told them to get the hell out, SHE told me that THEY lived there now and that I needed to leave, but that I couldn’t take my clothes and handbags with me because they were hers now, too! (My clothes were a little big on her, but not much, so she wasn’t THAT much smaller than me. That fact matters to fat women.)

I informed her that Kevin must have forgotten to tell her that he signed a pre-nup before we got married and the house was mine, so start walking. While they fought about that, Bella came running out of her room wearing a dirty, belly-baring tank top with spandex shorts, no shoes, and she had like 1000 little pigtails in her hair with multi-colored beads on the end of each one! At least she still loved me and was happy to see me! But then Kevin and his white trash whore started to leave (With my clothes and my handbags!) and the bitch picked up MY daughter on her way out and said that Bella was going with them because she was HER daughter now!

That’s when I went all psycho on the dirty hussy and told her that she could take my clothes and she could take my Kate Spade handbags, but there was no way on earth that she was leaving this house with my daughter. Then I beat the shit out of her. (And for the record, I’m not like that. I have only been in one fight in my entire life. That was with my best friend Ruby in 7th grade and she totally kicked my ass while I stood there crying and covering my face.)

I was never so glad to wake up and realize that it was only a dream, in my entire life! I still can’t get it out of my head though because it was so real! I even called Kevin and told him how angry with him I was over it. He doesn’t quite understand why I’m mad because it was only a dream and all, but he humored me and apologized anyways.

Okay, I must get back to work now, break over. I must say that while I was very cautious about taking it at first, Xanax is a wonderful thing. I took one this morning before work and I am much less stressed. Every time something bad happens, I just let it go. Whoosh! Yell at me more, I don’t care! I will sit here and smile until you feel like a stupid prick. And then I will go back about my business and get my job done. Not a problem. Whoosh!

Fabulous weekend wishes to all!

This song reminds me of Jim, in a sense. We split up six months ago today. Not that you guys care. I'm going to celebrate by going to Barnes & Noble this morning and having a cup of coffee and some scones. I don't get up this early unless it's a special occasion. :) And six months ago in a week and a half(does that make sense?), I took a breath and emailed Barry for the first time. I still miss Jim occasionally, but I'm a lot happier.

I'm thinking of the whole thing like a bike, right? Jim was my bike with the training wheels on it, so I could figure out, "hey, you're hot and smart and sexy and funny, guys like you!" Now I don't need that rusty, old, broken-down bike anymore, I'm ready for a big-girl bike. That doesn't mean I'm ready for a big-girl relationship, but whatever. Barry is cute, and smart, and more of the guy I see myself with. Not like, forever and ever OTP, but I'd still be attracted to him if we met under totally different circumstances, like in a bookstore or he came up to me at work and smiled and asked me where the baked beans were.

An extra reason I got up early today is because sometimes he's online early in the a.m. and we chat, but he doesn't seem to be on today. *frowns* Boo.

Just a little peek into my life. Men are weird.

http://www.fox.com/programming/shows/new/fringe.htm

OMG. This looks SO GOOD, like The X-Files, y'all. Dear Josh Jackson, we should just really get married now, because my love for you is not going anywhere, ever. I've kind of been your bitch since I was ten, so really. Fifteen years. Pop the question. Sheesh. *g*

And I'm excited that it's on after House, because they both have that creepy feel to them. And Bones is on Wednesdays, which is awesome, because I haven't really been excited about Wednesdays since Jim and I split up. *is pathetic*

I'm kind of worried about this show(Fringe) tanking, but hopefully it will retain House's numbers. I will miss Bones and House being together, but they're still on my list of Must See TV. As long as the lead actress doesn't suck and has good chemistry with Josh, I will probably watch it. Dear Josh Jackson, you have coerced me into watching a FOX show. It really does have an X-Files feel to it. Plus, my Mondays are now free for HIMYM. No more flipping back and forth! YAY!


It is a good day. TV excites me.

“Bella, did you get into the monkey stickers in Mommy’s desk?”
“No. I no touch your stickers.”
“Are you sure? You wouldn’t lie to Mommy, would you?”
“I NO TOUCH YOUR STICKERS!!!!” (Stomps off with attitude.)


Okay then, my mistake.
*sigh*

Dear XXXXX,
So, hypothetically, if someone (not employed here at XXXXX Oils) got really frustrated and slammed their beloved wireless keyboard down on the desk and broke off the little feet that prop it up so nicely, are they just stuck with a flat keyboard now? Or are replacement feet possibly available for purchase at the person's own expense? Just wondering. No particular reason.
Thanks,
Carrie

That would be the e-mail that I just sent to our IT guy at corporate. I love him. He won’t turn me in even if he does SOMEHOW figure out what I just did. Ahem. I mean what someone else possibly did. Somewhere else. Not here. Because I am too mature for that kind of shit. Um-hm.

That’s the kind of day that it has been. In the past 7 hours that I have been at work I have had 2 managers from my location, 1 manager from another location, 2 salesmen, and approximately 9 customers be nasty to me. Sadly, the customers were the least nasty of the bunch.

I also found out that my boss at corp. told the division manager here everything that I told him when I went to him and asked to work from home because I just couldn’t take it here anymore. I know this because he was JOKING and LAUGHING about it with another coworker who relayed the information to me. LAUGHING and JOKING about it because he thought it was so funny because HE is making money so HE can do anything that HE wants. Ha fucking ha.

So basically, even though he’s behaving slightly better now, he’s still out to get me. DUH! Of course he’s out to get you, Carrie! Dumb ass! I really don’t know how much longer I can do this. No, that’s not correct. I know that I CAN do this for as long as I need to. I can do this until something better comes along.
Maybe waitressing at Waffle House really wouldn’t be that bad after all?
Or phone sex. I would be great at that, and I could do it from home! Do people still do that? Or is it all internet based these days? I’m not up on my sex industry technology.

(Although I DID get my new vibrator in the mail today! Here at work. I figured, what the hell. It’s for my lower back pain anyways so why should it be an issue? Hmm? Hush. Luckily it came in a plain, brown wrapper, and not in a box labeled SEX TOY HERE!!)

Let’s talk about the three (almost four!) year old girl for a bit. Three times now she has been wearing her “Extra Emergency Outfit” when I come to pick her up. I was confused because she has been very potty trained for a long time now and we’ve gotten her out of playing in the classroom toilet (Ew!) and the original clothes that she wore to school that day showed no signs of despair.

When I asked Bella about it, her explanations always consisted of dragons that needed new dresses and rainbows that didn’t have enough colors. I finally remembered to ask her teacher, and was told that she is no longer allowed to wear dresses to school without a pair of shorts on underneath them. All of her little, short skirts have built in shorts, but her longer sundresses do not. Apparently those are the ones that she likes to flip up around her waist so that she can wiggle her little butt at people in only her underwear.

Wait. Before you say it, I totally have no idea where she got that from. Seriously! I might have possibly taught her the particular butt-shaking maneuver during our weekly Dancing With The Stars at home participation, but I never taught my three year old to pull up her dress and show her panties. I mean underpants. I swear! She’s just a weirdo.

Did I ever tell you that when I was three, I was a flower girl in my Uncle’s wedding? This is the story that my Mother tells every time someone asks about her most embarrassing moment. Apparently I walked down the isle and dropped my petals like an angel, but when I got to the end of the isle, I lifted my gown waist high and shook my butt so that everyone could see my brand-new ruffled panties that I was so excited to wear. It’s on film and I will never live it down.
But still, Bella does not have my genes and I did not teach her to do it, so it must be something that all little girls do at one time or another. Right? Fine. I will stock up on little shorts.

Well, I totally feel my anger and stress lessening. You have done your job, dear diary.

Kisses, pumpkins!

Look what I got! *beams and snuggles it*

http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=sc_pgb_r_7_0_404276/602-3934662-3848628?ie=UTF8&frombrowse=1&asin=B000WTVZI0

I actually got it for, like $19.99, but OMG. At BN it's like $50 and at Target, every time I've looked for it, it's been $39.99 there. Too expensive for me! HALF OFF. I just had to be patient! I love this show. I miss it. When I saw that it was on sale, I was so excited. Maybe next September Minnie will win an Emmy. And Eddie Izzard has not been nominated? I'm sorry, that's just WRONG. Eddie Izzard=awesome.

I'm looking on Wikipedia, and Larry David was nominated three times for "Best Actor in a Comedy". For playing HIMSELF. That shouldn't count. I understand the man created Senfield, but sheesh. He's not the second coming of Jesus. Minnie Driver has not won an Emmy, her role as Dahlia, oh my GOD. S1 was well worth my investment.

I also have Oreos(uh, generic Oreos) downstairs. Life is good. Mmm. I also bought a purse, because the one that I have is always too heavy with all my crap in all the time. Usually it's a notebook, my wallet, a pen, my keys and my cell phone. Lots of stuff.

Also? http://community.livejournal.com/arrangmentsfic/

Based on my original character Zoe Brennan, Temperence Brennan's (fictional) younger sister who comes to live with her after graduating college in 2007, so the summer between S2/S3. The episode with Ryan O'Neal that just aired perked up my muse. I am SO in love with Daddy!Brennan and Temperence's love for her father versus her love for putting bad people in jail.

Thursday night I hustled home to get laundry done and the house tidied so K&L could stay with us for the weekend. They were due in about midnight Thursday. Well, of course it poured like hell so they were delayed to 1:30. Driving to the airport in the dark with torrential downpour sure was FUN!

Friday I worked from home and took K&L to pick up their rental car. There was Happy Hour Friday night at McCormick & Schmick's. Lots of L's friends showed up and a couple of K's as well. It was a pretty big crowd and an even bigger bill! After that, we decided we were not done so a few folks came back to our place where the drinks are CONSIDERABLY stronger. Eep. There was MUCH drinking and talking and laughing.

Saturday, we had to go surprise L's mom for Mother's Day. Ugh, sure wish we had that plan for SUNDAY instead! But no. Over to her house to surprise her we went. She cried, and cried some more. We ran to the store and whipped up some appetizers while we waited for the rest of the guests. The rest of the day we spent eating, drinking, listening to music and harassing each other. Good times.

Sunday it was pouring. AGAIN. I slept super late and then T and I went to see Iron Man. LOVED IT! Robert Downey Jr. is just awesome. I've always loved him and now even more. He's just great. I can't wait for the sequel.

Monday I got my heart broken. I called to make an appointment to get my haircut and my guy who has been cutting my hair for...um, 7 years left the salon! He left no number to reach him. :( I'm so sad. I emailed him and it bounced...gah. I feel so betrayed!

The fish tank is clearing, you'll all be happy to know.

My mom arrives in 3 days, YAY!

Love is a combination of six ingredients: care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust. I found that a lot of people just felt really confused about what love is, so I said, here, take these six ingredients and as you go about your life, you can ask: the action I'm taking, does it have these six ingredients?

One point that I would emphasize to people is that it's the combination of the six ingredients that make love, because so many of us have one of the ingredients in our life – like we may be deeply cared for, but we may not be in a situation of trust. To me what's great about these definitions is that they're just very helpful for people in daily life trying to engage in a practice of love.

HOUSE AND BONES!

( O.M.G. )

I haven't really sat down and listened to She & Him since I got it last week, but it's pretty good. Folky-pop with a pinch of country, but not obnoxious. Good music to chill to.

Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Peas!

Bwaha! I’m sorry. Someone forwarded me this e-mail, it’s a short video, and for some reason it just cracks me up. Seriously, it’s really stupid, but I can’t stop watching it and imitating the man in the video. If you would like a good laugh, e-mail me and I will forward it to you. I’m planning on watching it on the hour, every hour, to get me thru the day.

Brains.
I’ve got big ole’ brains.
Dinosaur brains!

So I’ve been at work for almost an hour now and one person has quit so far. People are dropping like flies around here. This guy told the boss that he just didn’t need this stress in his life anymore. I wish I could high-five him and give him a celebratory lap dance. But I can’t because I’m a smarmy, lying, ass kissing, brown-noser who is playing the game and acting like everything is peachy so that I can keep my salary until something better comes along. I know that it is the right thing to do, being all responsible all shit, but it’s eating me up a little bit inside.

I did get to do something new at work on Friday though and it made me love my job all over again. There is this one thing that I have been wanting to take on the responsibility for doing, but the corporate office wants to control it all up there, understandably, so they keep telling me no. The guy who does it at corporate though was out on Friday and we had a situation where it really needed to be done so they let me do it. Without instruction even (because I know our computer system so freaking well) I figured it all out and did a great job. I SO enjoyed figuring it out and doing something new.

I’m so confused. I really do love my job. If I didn’t have such an abusive, unprofessional manager to deal with I would be here forever.

I’m worried about my best friend. While I was talking to her on the phone yesterday her husband started an argument and it didn’t sound good. I haven’t been able to get her on the phone since, and I’m worried about her. To not go into too much detail, they had such a tumultuous relationship before they got married, and nobody really wanted her to marry him. They have seemed pretty good and happy since they got married though and I had hoped that they worked everything out. I just really, really hope that she is okay. I had a really bad feeling on the phone like she wanted to cry out for help but felt like she couldn’t.

I totally should have driven over there and made sure that she was okay. I did that, and rescued her, and helped her move out so many times though before she got married only to have her move back in with him days later that I swore to stay out of it from then on, on the day she got married.

I hope that I was wrong and she is okay. Okay, let’s change the subject.

Here’s a picture of Bella and I from yesterday. Warning – No makeup, just woken up alert! Avert your eyes if you’re squeamish.



I love that little girl so much. Bella and Kevin brought me breakfast in bed and roses for Mother’s Day. It was sweet, and nice, and loving, and I had a great day. The day before Kevin had given me the gift of a new set of sheets that were all white, 100% Egyptian cotton, and 800-thread count. He washed them and put them on the bed, and I spent Mother’s Day morning lounging in luxury. It was heavenly. There are very few things that a new set of fine linens can’t improve.

Okay, it’s been an hour. Its time for me to go watch Bobby’s dating service video again.

Kisses!

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Last October, I got a fish tank. It is 44 gallons and currently has 6 calico runykin goldfish. There have been others, but that is a story for another time...

This tank has been the biggest pain in my ass that I have ever encountered. I had a tank before that was 30 gallons and I loved it. It was clean, clear and my fishies were my happy place. This tank? Since October? has been clear 2 days. TWO as in the number that comes after one. I asked my boss who is the biggest fish geek I know and he said I needed more filtration. I figured. Goldfish are notoriously dirty and I only had a 50 gallon filter on a 44 gallon tank.

ANYWAY. About 3 weeks ago, he talks me into buying this cylinder filter for a 100 gallon tank that can pump 350 gallons a minute or something ridiculous like that. It was about $80 but I figured if it got the fucking water clear I'd do it.

First of all, it arrived and it took me and T roughly 9 years to put the goddamn thing together. You needed a screwdriver, scissors, duct tape, eye of newt, and a fucking PhD to put this thing together. After some fun married bonding time in which his imminent death at my hand was threatened roughly 18 times (I am FUN to work on projects with; as you are aware, I'm VERY patient), the fucking filter had been assembled and placed neatly out of sight under the tank. I was thrilled! We waited.

The next day, not a big change. Heck, I figure that I'll give it 48 hours.

Nothing. Still cloudy.

So I go into work Monday and tell my boss that I cussed him something fierce and his recommendation has not only NOT cleared the tank it has almost resulted in my husband's death at my hand. He looked puzzled and recommended I give it more time.

BECAUSE I'M SO PATIENT.

Flash forward to today. I cuss him again and tell him that the fucking tank is STILL cloudy and how often am I supposed change the charcoal? He recommends I do it today and we wait and see.

MY PATIENCE, LET ME SHOW YOU IT! Oh, wait. FAIL.

I come home and after work, deciding what to make for dinner and no T I figure I'll just change it really quick while the salmon bakes.

I open the stand, and prepare to disassemble the filter. I start...

And realize.

OH. SHIT.

I failed to turn the cut off switch.

In slow motion, the water starts to come over the top of the filter...
SHIT!
SHIT!
SHIT!

I reach over quickly and unplug it.

*facepalm*

THAT DOESN'T STOP GRAVITY MORON!

So it continues to overflow, over the top of the filter all over the floor and let me tell you, that shit moved FAST.

Anyone outside of my condo would have heard something that sounded like:

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I found the cut off switch and turn it off.

I felt like Lucy. It was a sitcom in my living room!


Picture this:

Me, running around, grabbing towels, trying to soak up the water, running to drop them into the bathtub, getting new ones and repeating the process.

I get that under control, change the charcoal and then it takes me 15 minutes to figure out how to get the goddamn, piece of shit filter back together.

I wasn't going to tell T because, I like to hide my unforgivable stupidity from my husband but after screaming four-letter words for 45 minutes I figured I should just tell him what happened.

His response?

"Do me a favor, if you write about this in LJ, let me know so I can read it."

Fucker.

So this morning my alarm clock wakes me up to “Walk Like An Egyptian” by the Bangles. I open my eyes and think that it’s going to be a great day! Really, because when you start your day with The Bangles, how bad can it be? So I walked like an Egyptian to the bathroom rocking my very own half-asleep, half-dancing groove, and as I started brushing my teeth, “Venus” by Bananarama came on. You know it, don’t act like you don’t:

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

CHORUS:
She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man a man
Black as the dark night she was
Got what no-one else had
Wa!

One of the best songs ever! How can this day get any better? Sure, work has been a fresh hell for the past 3 days, but today is going to be a great day! The Music Gods say so!

Twenty minutes later I’m out of the shower and blow drying / styling my hair with my round, hot air, styling brush thingie. I’ve got a nice flip going on the right side when all of the sudden the handle gets really hot and the sound changes. Smoke starts billowing out of the brush, and I see an actual flame. While it’s wound up in my hair, people!!

I pulled it out of my hair as quickly as I could, but not before the burnt hair smell filled the room. Oh, how I detest that smell. It was awful. So now I have bouncy, flippy hair on one side of my head along with a patch of seared, crusty hair, and stick straight, freaky hair all over the rest of my head. Oh, and I’m covered with the aroma of burnt hair.

It’s funny how your morning can change just like *that*! (Said while snapping my fingers!)

Then when I got to work I was greeted with this e-mail:
“Thank you for your interest in a career opportunity with the City of @rlington.
After careful consideration, we have selected a candidate whose qualifications more closely match our current needs. Again, thank you for your interest in a position and best wishes in your future career pursuits.” Which as we all know is professional code for YOU SUCK!

So. Eh. Happy Thursday. I hope your day is going better than mine.

However, there is always internet shopping to make things better. (Shut up!) I’m trying to decide between this, this, or this in “Enlighten.” Although I will probably just cross my fingers and bid on this because one of my two just died (after 11 years) and I am cranky, miserable, allergy girl without them. I paid $699 each for mine new, but that was in the pre-marriage, pre-baby days budget when I had money. I really can’t afford that now so I’m hoping that just maybe I can luck out and get a used one on E-Bay.

The CSR that sits outside my office is singing depressing songs and talking to herself constantly. I should go throw water in her face or something before she cracks.

To end on a lovely note, I leave you with The Girl and her Dragon:




How can I ever have a bad day with this bundle of joy in my life?

Anybody who can watch RENT: The Movie and not be convinced of the true, gay, love of Mark & Roger is not a RENT fan.

What You Own is a love song. Yes. It has me screaming "HE CAME HOME! TO HIS BOYFRIEND!" The reason Roger couldn't write one great song is because he can't find the words to tell Mark that he is in love with him. Mimi just showed up on his doorstep and he's all "Okay, I'm lonely and emo, she'll do." But you have to admit, when they kiss after "La Vie Boheme" with the snow falling all around them, it is SO PRETTY.

Idina continues to be awesome. "There will always be women flirting with me!" And "Tango Maureen" is priceless. Mark is in love with Maureen and Roger is in love with Mark and Mimi is in love with Roger and it's just one crazy...rectangle.

Over the MOOOOON! Take Me Or Leave Me continues to be one of my favorite songs.
Jesse L. Martin is AWESOME. I've always loved Collins, he's so pretty.

The only thing I do not like about this movie is the lack of Taye Diggs. I love Benny to death, and he's just kind of the looming enemy throughout the entire story and not really featured much. I wonder what he was like when he was friends with Mark and Roger and Collins.

According to IMDB, Idina has no more movies listed after Enchanted. This kind of makes me sad.